"I sometimes look back over my old folds

"I sometimes look back over my old folds & reflect on what my folds say about me. Frankly, Dr. Noah, I am appalled by some of the folds I've written. I think I need psychotherapy."

Dr. Noah thought about this. And he thought about Sinthia back home. It was she--also a suffering artist with a troubled mind--who could speak about these things.

Anything to keep his mind off his current patient. "Dr. Noah, who AM I? I know I don't pay you enough, but ever since I stopped folding like a vulgar troll, I can't figure me out."

Donald Trump shouted at Dr. Noah. Dr. Noah still had Trump's bio stats in the folder and decided to play a trick on him.

Horrified, he contacted Superman, in hopes that he could reverse the Earth's rotation and then the nomination, but Superman was on vacation in Cleveland with Lois Lane and

There was nothing he could do. The orbit of earth had already shifted some 3 degrees. All one could do was adapt or perish. Very Darwinian, Dr. Gdujjjvgjkpy noted in his journal.

Dr. Gdujjjvgjkpy's colleagues Dr. Chyfdshjgjjop and Dr. Sjbfhddpzxy would have agreed. But what about Dr. Sjhdghgfrki? Then Grandma Zggfghgffsky brought in some warm milk & cookies

"Mrs. Zggfghgffsky," said Dr. Gdujjjvgjkpy biting a cookie, "my colleagues, Dr. Chyfdshjgjjop and Dr. Sjbfhddpzxy, and I feel your grandson...." Just then, Jim Bob walked in

"Out of order!" he shouted. "Mrs. Zggfghgffsky, don't listen to them." Your grandson is with me & we're not lovers. We're just Satanists. "Oh fine," she smiled taking all the